The Perverted Xue Pan

Five minutes later.

Wu Sheng, whose head was already drooping from being played with by me and Old Gouzi, was completely subdued.

He confessed the whole story. The thing possessing Wu Sheng was a lecherous ghost named Xue Pan. He claimed he was also acting on someone else's orders, possessing Wu Sheng every night at the Hour of the Rat to wreak havoc on the sows in the village until Wu Sheng was exhausted to death.

Damn it! Hearing this, my blood boiled. What do these bastards think this human world is? Do you think you're some kind of expert? You want to mess with sows, so you mess with sows? Do you really not take us Daoist cultivators seriously? Huh?

"Bang!"

With that thought, I kicked him more than five meters away.

Old Gouzi walked over and kicked him back.

I figured this lecherous ghost Xue Pan had never seen such ferocious humans as us two brothers in his life.

He also never imagined that even as a ghost, he could be bullied to this extent by two young living humans.

"Slap!"

I slapped him again. It wasn't that I wanted to hit him; my hands were just itching.

"Speak, who the hell sent you?"

Originally, I planned to find the mastermind through this Xue Pan. But what I didn't expect was that this lecherous ghost, who had already been beaten into submission by us, would show a side that made me look at him differently.

"I, I can only tell you that the one who sent me is also a ghost. As for anything else, you can beat me to death, and I won't say a word."

"Aiya! Damn it, Gou Ye is spoiling you! You think you're being tough now, huh?"

"Bang!"

Before I could say anything else, hearing Xue Pan's answer, Old Gouzi couldn't help but kick him again.

Just as Old Gouzi was about to continue, I reached out and stopped him.

The reason was none other than my own nature. When I was young, I valued loyalty immensely and admired loyal people. Whether they were friends or enemies, I would show respect to anyone who was loyal.

This lecherous ghost impressed me today because, in my opinion, someone who is truly loyal cannot be entirely evil.

"Forget it, you can go. Don't come back again."

I waved at Xue Pan and then released the effect of Gouzi's shit on him.

After Xue Pan detached from Wu Sheng, he first looked at me, seeming to have something to say but holding back. Then, he sighed, cupped his hands towards me, and left without saying a word.

I thought this matter was over then and there.

Who knew that the next day at noon, while I was drinking at Gouzi's house, Wu Sheng started causing trouble again.

He ran around the village, shouting, "Those two bastards from last night, come out! Those two bastards from last night, you two come out!"

Old Gouzi and I exchanged a look. Old Gouzi said angrily, "Damn it, this lecherous ghost really doesn't learn his lesson, does he? He dares to come back. Let's go, Old Ghost, let's take care of him. I still have half a jin of Gouzi's shit left from yesterday. Damn it, I'll feed it all to him today."

I frowned, thinking, this shouldn't be happening. Xue Pan was beaten into submission by us, and I even let him go. He still dares to come back?

After Gouzi finished speaking, I turned and took two magical artifacts from my bag. One was a miniature peach wood sword I had carved myself, which I casually handed to Gouzi.

"Take this. If the Gouzi's shit runs out, use this."

Old Gouzi looked down at the slightly rough peach wood sword in his hand, then looked at me.

"What will you use, Old Ghost?"

"I'll manage somehow."

Seeing the peculiar black demon-subduing pestle in my hand, which clearly wasn't an ordinary item, Old Gouzi's mouth twitched upwards.

It wasn't that I wouldn't lend him my magical artifact; it was just that he couldn't handle it.

The peach wood sword I gave him was a pure Yang artifact. Even an ordinary person holding it would have the effect of warding off evil and slaying ghosts.

But the demon-subduing pestle in my hand was the opposite. It was an item I had refined for killing, extremely Yin and evil.

Most people couldn't wield it; instead, they would be backlashed by the evil energy and fall into demonic possession. Forget Old Gouzi; even other cultivators with some cultivation wouldn't dare to touch it easily. Without the strength of a sage, it was impossible to suppress it.

Back when I successfully refined this magical artifact, I fed it my vital blood for a full six months before I could completely subdue it. Cough, cough, cough, this is because I've been cultivating the Eight Divisions Vajra Skill for years, and my physique is exceptionally strong. If it were an ordinary person, they would have probably exploded long ago, or at least been close to death.

After we left Old Gouzi's house, we headed directly towards the commotion.

There were hardly any people on the road, not even a dog could be seen. The villagers had all locked their doors tightly, as if avoiding a plague.

As soon as we met, before I could say anything, Old Gouzi excitedly charged forward.

"Damn your mother, Xue Pan! You dare to come back? Looks like you really don't learn your lesson!"

However, in the next moment, Old Gouzi, who hadn't even had three seconds to look cool, was directly knocked to the ground by Wu Sheng and cried out for help.

"Aiya! Wo cao! Wo cao, don't hit me, wo cao! Old Ghost, save me!"

Well, as the saying goes, the more heroic you are when showing off, the more pathetic you are when getting beaten.

Before coming out, I had already figured that whoever came this time definitely wouldn't be that Xue Pan. If Xue Pan could possess someone during the day, why would he wait until midnight?

I didn't rush to save Old Gouzi. The main reason was that getting beaten is also a form of training. One cannot only train in showing off but not in taking a beating.

Don't you believe it? Look at those guys who do Sanda or MMA. Don't they all train their ability to take hits before they train how to hit others?

As the saying goes, three parts training to hit, seven parts training to take hits. Otherwise, when you meet some master, you can hit them a hundred times and they won't even flinch, but if they land one kick on you, you can't even stand it. What's the point of fighting then?

This isn't me being heartless. Some things, even with good buddies, you have to let them go through the wringer themselves. Otherwise, if I'm not around one day and Old Gouzi runs into someone, wouldn't that be even more miserable?

"What the hell are you doing, you idiot? Get up and fight him, Old Gouzi!"

"Holy shit! Holy shit, I can't do it! Old Ghost, save me! I'm getting kicked senseless!"

I don't know what was going on with Wu Sheng. Maybe he saw I wasn't someone to mess with and didn't plan on fighting me. He was just relentlessly kicking Old Gouzi, cursing as he did.

"Fuck your mother! I'll let you bully my little brother! I'll let you feed Xue Pan shit! Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother!"

Damn it, seeing Old Gouzi getting kicked like that, I almost couldn't stop myself from rushing forward. I mean, I gave Old Gouzi a peach wood sword before we came out. This idiot was like he was brain-dead, not using it, just clutching it tightly in his hand.

I was getting anxious. "What the hell, Old Gouzi! Didn't I give you something? Go fight him!"

Old Gouzi, who had been rolling on the ground non-stop, heard my reminder and finally remembered he had the peach wood sword in his hand.

With a "bang!", he got up, his aura instantly changing.

"Fuck you!" He took out the peach wood sword and thrust it directly at Wu Sheng.

"Slap!" As soon as this sword hit Wu Sheng, a sound like static electricity rang out.

Wu Sheng winced in pain, "Hiss~!" He gasped for air.

Seeing this, I felt a little more at ease. Otherwise, I was really afraid that Old Gouzi wouldn't have the will to resist and would just keep getting beaten.

Seeing that his attack was effective, Old Gouzi glared at Wu Sheng even more fiercely, looking like he wanted to skin Wu Sheng alive.

At first, I thought it was because Old Gouzi had just been beaten. But following Old Gouzi's gaze, which kept sweeping to the side, I saw...

Damn! As expected, at some point, two rather good-looking girls had appeared nearby, watching the commotion.